I know that by putting this out into the Universe that it may just come right back around and bite me, but I think it’s finally Spring in Utah (holding breath, waiting for a rock to fall out of the sky and hit me in the head). It’s still unseasonably cold, but I will take whatever I can get, especially since the blooms all over town are under the same impression that I am: time to move forward, put the snow boots in storage, and party like it’s thirty degrees warmer.
Spring in Utah is one of the top reasons we remain here. It has the potential to be some of the most glorious weeks of the year especially in terms of flowering trees and bushes. I’m sure it’s just as glorious elsewhere, but the contrast between the horrifying winter and the majestic way color bursts into the landscape is so drastic, so gratifying, that you simply can’t ignore it. And I think I did ignore it when I lived elsewhere. I have Utah to thank for opening my eyes to so much beauty.
I lived in Los Angeles for five years, and while I know the greenery there is so much more lush and abundant than it is here, I never really took the time to appreciate a tree or yard in bloom. The seasons there are just too similar. Also, people there are abnormally attractive, so let’s say there were other distractions.
Since coming back to Utah, I’ve been inspired more by this season than ever, in the way I design websites, in the way I add small touches of style to a room, and mostly when I’m looking for a great fabric. I’m always browsing pictures of flowers when I first sit down to start a project. There are so many takes now on the floral print, and even though I’m thoroughly modern in my heart, I’m still drawn to the traditional, the casual, to the simple and the ornate. For me, the design of a room now starts with a bloom and grows from there.